we met at his exes’ cabaret show. while 5 sexy, brolic, women thrashed on the floor and chair danced like there was no tomorrow
he stared across at me, as i sat, tired from the day, still getting used to these new bangs, and nursing this drink.
i could feel his eyes on me, while they performed, in fact i should look back at some of the photos to see if i can spot him staring at me.
after the show, he plops down beside me, i look over, he says: i luv looking at you, my thought: you win, 917- 000-000.
he didnt call for a month which was just enough time for me to get over an ex. he texted, we first dated, it was nice, but i wasnt sure yet. second date, was cool but i wasnt sure yet, he kissed me, it woke me up. he put his hands on me, now i’m lusting.
i requested a third date, the next night, we both new what was gonna happen. his condo was perfect, biggest bed ive ever seen. he marveled at my body, the way a man should, and now the way i require them to. next early evening i came to, and saw a box of magnum wrappers all over the floor, and this time i marveled at what we did. we continued for a few weeks, until feelings entered, he got scared, and now its over.
